Page 61 of Heart Break Her

I’m getting cold

Getting cold

It’s getting old"

Sebastian tips his head to the side, and our eyes connect. He winks, and all the air leaves my chest as he almost whispers.

“My Lady Sunshine”

Ripping the microphone from the stand, Sebastian turns back to the crowd and starts pacing the stage with that beautiful smile. But I can’t find my breath, or my heart, because I swear both have left my body in favor of running after him.

As the song picks up, the entire band comes to life. Rome goes wild and drops to his knees, Noah is banging his head with every beat on the drums. Eloise plays it cool with a wicked grin. And then there’s Sebastian—walking around like he owns the stage because we all know he does.

As the concert continues, one song bleeds to the next, and it’s easy to lose track of time listening to them. Drowning in the music of Enemy Muse is both an electrifying experience and a tranquil one.

I have no idea how they don’t collapse, song after song. I’m sweating just watching them. Rock gods in their element standing before us as we all bow down. I’m out of breath from singing along, dancing with Merry, and getting knocked by equipment as it’s moved on and off the stage.

And like the heat of it all isn’t enough, halfway through Electric Hearts, Sebastian grabs the back of his shirt and rips it off his head, tossing it into the crowd and nearly starting a riot.

He’s dripping with sweat, dropping to his knees with every muscle in his chest flexing as he belts out the chorus.

And in this moment, I might as well be laid out before him. Because I feel everything.

Excitement, fear, grief. Every emotion I’ve held back for the past year is spilling out of me as his voice leaves his lips. I don’t know if I’m sweating or crying or laughing. Maybe all three. Because it all hits me. The expectations I’ve barely survived, the pain of losing my brother, the tearing inside as I tried to keep it together while I was falling apart.

Graduation.

The Tape.

Meeting Sebastian.

My blood-stained T-shirt.

Every moment of the past year runs through me like a train.

Finally, the music slows as Sebastian climbs to his feet. He lets the final words of Electric Hearts go at the same time as I breathe out, and I feel his song carry me away with it.

“Sparks running through my veins,

You’re running through my veins,

You light me…”he exhales, eyes finding me once more on the side of the stage, “up.”

“Good night, Dallas. You don’t have to go home, but get the fuck out of here,” Sebastian says before dropping the microphone on the ground and flipping the audience off with both his hands.

Screams erupt, but his eyes are set on me as he walks past Rome and makes his way across the stage.

Twenty feet, ten, five.

I can’t think, I can’t breathe. My cheeks are streaked in dried tears and my hair is matted to my neck with sweat. But all I can feel is the distance he’s closing between us.

Friends.

Except that’s not how he’s looking at me with those dark honey-brown eyes as he approaches. There’s something wild and untamed. Like the beast in my chest isn’t the only one that broke free tonight when he was onstage. And when he finally closes the distance, he doesn’t stop in front of me like I expect. His lips crash into mine with such force he has no choice but to drink the moan that escapes.

Sebastian’s hands run through the hair stuck to my neck, and his body presses into me until my back strikes a wall behind me. One hand moves to the bottom of my jaw, tipping my face up so he can take me deeper. I get lost in his kiss, in his tongue slipping into my mouth. The taste of wintergreen, and the smell of sweat and leather. I lose myself in his body, grinding harder when I feel him harden against me. My pulse is throbbing to the tune of my heartbeat.

When his other hand drifts down, his fingers dig into my ass, and I want to wrap my legs around him and let him devour me. But as quickly as the thought comes, he breaks the kiss, and I’m panting against his mouth.

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